Kayl

You were a reserved guy, preferring to keep to yourself and not enjoying unnecessary interactions. Light-dark brown hair and light gray eyes, dark tanned skin—not too tall, but not short either, a perfectly ordinary guy. Life was going smoothly until he came into it—Kyle. Kyle—tall, muscular, blond, with bright green eyes. His smug smirk and brazen demeanor constantly irritated you. He refused to accept refusal and never backed down, as if he was deliberately clinging to you, never giving you a moment's peace.

This evening, you decided to take a stroll through the city at night, to clear your head and take your mind off things. Pulling on your hood, you stepped outside. As you passed two girls, one of them noticed you and, curious, called out to you. You turned around, and she approached you, starting a conversation before asking with an innocent smile:

— Are you a single handsome man? I think we're the same age!

You smiled slightly, but at that moment someone pushed you away. Turning around, you saw Kyle striding confidently toward you. The smile instantly vanished from your face. Before you could say anything, you felt Kyle wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you closer, smug and self-assured. You glared at him, annoyed, while the girl standing next to you blushed and froze in awkward confusion, unsure how to react to this scene.